Again, this isn't really a story. It's kind of a poem?? I guess?? Idk
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She walks around with sulken, bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. She smiles and laughs at funny things that are said, but is she honest? Is she honest when she says she's just tired? Is she honest when she says that it didn't bother her? Is she honest when she says she's fine? No. Because if she were honest, we would see how much pain she's actually in. How many times she ran off to the bathroom to cry or try breathe through a panic attack. Or how many sleepless nights she lied there staring at the ceiling wondering why her life ended up this way. If she were honest, she would seem like a completely different person.
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Short Stories
Short Story(that cover is pretty irrelevant but whatevs) Some times they'll be long, sometimes they'll be super short. Sometimes they'll be scary, sometimes they won't. Enjoy:)
